Story Fire in the black hills

Because I wasn't able to finish my previous story arc involving @MR_EVIL_OVERLORD , I've decided to make a story from his perspective, involving other users from the older times of mc-war. If I butcher your personality remember, I don't know you in real life. Enjoy!

Fire in the black hills​

Headquarters - black hills - 2/12/16

It's been a while. I don't know where he went but now he's back, with a different name. My name is overlord, his was Jkzoom. I sit where he sat, cleaning the weapon he used, and remembering. That was when we got the alert. I hooked the weapon back onto its rack and scrambled to my own armory, ripping the isolator off the wall and strapping it to my back along with my thomahawk and c4. My pistol rested where it always did, comfortably attached to my side like a coiled snake. I was calm as I walked out into the hall, entering the black hills control room with a presence. In the months prior I rose quickly through the ranks and was now attracting looks and salutes as I strode to the center of the room.
"A strike team sir, they seem to have been attempting a covert entrance into the compound but were fired upon by one of our sentries. They are currently pinned down on the northwestern side" came the report to my left. I nodded, considering my options.
"I need four of our best here, now" came the order. I was thinking putting too many into combat would just get in the way, rather than help. I strode rapidly from the room, taking the elevator to the ground floor. My team was already assembled, Jet, Angel, Phanta, and Pik.
"Sir" Jet said with a bit of a splutter in his tone, "reporting as directed by our senior officers!". His msr swung from his back, obviously rushed to put on.
"Excellent, let's move, quickly. We don't know who these people are but they want in, presumably for the data we have stored here. The demolisher must not fall into enemy hands!", I said as I began making my way to the two door lock system style entrance to the command station. The group of soldiers I had assembled fanned out on either side of me, two snipers, two automatics. The doors opened slowly and without a word we stepped out into the desert heat.
"Visors up" came the order from Angel, the other senior officer here. His dissasembler still on safety at his side, the picture of combat serenity. One by one the helmets of our five man counter force lowered their protective glass HUDs and covered our eyes from the swirling sand. Quickly, I moved toward the sound of gunfire, crackling across the dunes every few seconds.
"Fan out" I ordered, flicking a finger off to my right as I did so, "we need to take them from multiple angles. Angel, Phanta, take the backfoot, we need the cover fire from your sniper rifles. Jet, Pik, with me". They nodded, spreading across the landscape about fifty feet apart, running half crouched.
"Contact!" Came the report from Angel, his dissassembler flicking up and firing. The target rolled, dodging the first three shots and returning a few of his own. Pik opened up on his exposed flank and ripped enough holes in his combat armor to see through. My eyes danced over the target as it fell. He was dressed in white, a strange symbol carved into his helmet. What struck me though, was the similarity of armor between us. Most of the time the facility was assaulted by the red team's specific color and brand of armor and weapons, this soldier was using OUR tech.
"Be advised, hostiles are using blue tech, proceed with caution", came my warning.
"This is HQ, we have eyes on the targets moving toward your position. They've left the range of our sentries. Advice tactical retreat"
"Negative" I snapped, gesturing for my team to group up closer as I did so, "how many hostiles did you see?"
"Three sir"
"We can take them" I promised, slipping the isolator's safety off and testing it's sights. I flicked off my connection to HQ before they could respond.

Over the next dune we saw another. Immediately dropping prone, my strike force and I quietly sized up our opposition. He was dressed all in white, his rifle strapped across his back, a python resting in each holster. We had to drop on him, but considering how he was moving, cautiously and calmly,I didn't expect that to matter for more than a few seconds.
"Move back a little and surround him in a semi-circle" I ordered, crawling back down the dune.
"Wait a second sir, how many did HQ say they saw retreating in this direction?" Asked Jet, concern thick in his voice.
"Three. They must be investigating the location of their comrade's body, so two now" I replied, looking over to where Jet's desert brown body armor blended into the sand. He was looking at me.
"I only counted one". The color drained from my face and I rolled hard to the right. Sand exploded beside me once, then twice. I got up, but was knocked back down as a bullet smashed into my shoulder. My body armor held just barely.
"Overlord!" Yelled Angel, returning fire into the general vicinity of the shots.
"He's on the mov-!", phanta's com burst into static as a bullet passed through the helmet. He fell slowly, rolling down the hill. I recovered then, blinking rapidly. Angel was still firing into the distance, pinning whoever it was firing at me down. My shoulder screamed at me, bruised immediately. An order lept to my throat, "pull into my position, Pik, re-locate the other contact, Angel, keep pinning that sniper, Jet, I need you to cover Pik". I gritted my teeth and made a hissing noise as my shoulder throbbed. With a great effort, I pulled my isolator back into a firing position, crawling back up the dune. I was greeted with a bullet grazing my helmet, immediately forcing me back down. Fortunately, Pik had just made his way over the far side of the dune, Jet firing next to him. I put my head back over the dune to see the soldier trying to get behind what looked like a crashed transport vehicle, presumably what they used to get to the black hills. Pik made his way down, lemanington trained on the side of the truck, Jet's msr trained on the other side. I readied my isolator, aiming toward the windows of the truck. I saw through the window and almost threw my isolator to the side with the spasm of shock that went through me. A calm, collected face leaned against the back of the truck. It was him.
"Pik! Jet! Call off your assault! Jkzoom is behind the vehicle!" I shouted into my mic. Pik visibly faltered, weapon dropping an inch as he took in the words. Suddenly, from behind the truck, Jkzoom rose. His rifle gleamed in the desert sun and his face was seemly made of stone.
I watched him pull the trigger once
Twice
Three times. Pik and Jet fell to the floor, holes between they're eyes. I rolled down the dune as the third passed through the lip of sand I had been laying on.
"Jkzoom is confirmed hostile! Two casualties!" I shouted, readying my isolator. Angel simply nodded from my left, firing another bullet. "Angel, did you see who was returning fire?" I asked, a little worried to hear what he had to say.
"Revenge. He must have been recruited from red. The first one I killed was most likely moklee, judging from the war paint, I only saw him wear it". Angel was as cool spoken as ever, but a look of pain crossed him as he noted that he had killed his once ally. Angel refocused just as the white dot in the distance flashed into view. A little explosion of red could be seen in the distance has his shot connected.
"Fine shooting" I said, glancing around. "We've lost everyone, but so have they. Let's see if we can do anything about jk". I crawled back up the dune, looking down into the crashed vehicle crater of sand. He wasn't there. Angel was beside me, looking about where I was. I went cold, I knew jk, he would have moved. Slowly I began to turn my head, looking as far to the right as I could. It was then that I heard a pistol cock behind me,
"If you move another inch, you die"

I think this went fairly well. Part two should come out in the next couple of hours (probably). Thanks for reading, I know it's not the most compelling story but I wanted to make a little tale about how my disappearance fit into the lore of the game. The spawn area for mc-war is what I'm calling the black hills

Update: due to my redicious schedule, I won't be able to get my next entry out until either late late late tonight or tommorow

Thanks to @MR_EVIL_OVERLORD for being super cool, 10/10